Tag: New York City

Check me out on the High Heeled Traveler!

We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast of ALL DRAGON*CON ALL THE TIME to bring you this guest post I did on the Durham arts scene  for my friend Jamie’s blog, The High Heeled Traveler.

Jamie and I met in the undergraduate art history program at the University of Florida, where we bonded over our shared fabulousness and love of shoes and Fragonard.

Lookit us, we were definitely in college.

Since college Jamie has lived in NYC and D.C., working at places such as Sotheby’s and the Corcoran Gallery.  Nowadays she’s a freelance writer and blogger, and she chronicles her love of fashion, food, art, and travel on her blog.  So, go check out my article, and then stay awhile to read more about Jamie’s adventures, I promise you’ll have a good time!

Thanks, Jamie, for letting me have some space on your blog!

36 Hours in New York City: Sleep No More

The main reason Jon and I went to New York City was to see Sleep No More.  Which, if you live in New York City and you haven’t seen Sleep No More, GET ON IT!!!  And if you don’t live in New York City you should still go see it, because, yeah.

Um, so, what to say about Sleep No More?  It is by Emursive Punchdrunk, a British company that creates immersion theatrical experiences.  In April of 2011, the company took three warehouses in west Chelsea and transformed them into the McKittrick Hotel, a five-story, 100+ room 1930s style, film-noiresque hotel.  And when you purchase a ticket to Sleep No More, you are essentially making a reservation to spend three amazing hours in that hotel, and with the many creepy, murderous, disturbed people who inhabit it.  You are not sitting in a seat in a theater, watching things onstage, you are given permission to get deeply involved with the space and the actors within it.

No, this is not a haunted house.  This is Macbeth. Well, nominally Macbeth.  There is also some Hitchcock and some Rebecca and some detective story as well.  What there isn’t a lot of is dialogue.  Or linear story-telling.  But, as long as you know your basic Macbeth, you’ll be fine.

So here’s what happened with Jon and me, during our stay at the McKittrick.  We had a 7:00 reservation, and we lined up outside of the space around 6:50.  While waiting outside in line Tyra Banks (yes, the model Tyra) drove by in an SUV and started talking to some dude on the sidewalk.  She also cursed at a cab driver behind her, but that is neither here nor there.  We actually forgot we saw Tyra until Sunday, we were so blown away by the show.

At 7:00 precisely we were let inside.  We checked our bags and jackets (no purses, no coats allowed) and were each given a playing card.  We were then funneled through a pitch black, twisty hallway which emerged into an awesome, old-school speakeasy complete with a jazz singer and absinthe and a full bar.  But, there was no time to enjoy the bar, because an emcee immediately started calling numbers that corresponded to the playing cards.  My card was a 2, and they called 2s and Aces first, so off I went!  Jon had a 3 so he was called in the next group, and we were immediately split up–but don’t worry, this is a great thing!  Let yourself get split up, it makes the experience better.

The 2s and the Aces went into a little ante chamber where we were given white Venetian plague masks that covered our whole face.  We were told by two creepy bellhop types that we could not talk and we could not touch the inhabitants of the hotel, but that everything else was fair game.  We were then led into an elevator.  The elevator stopped at each floor and 5-6 people were let off.  I was one of the last ones out, and I found myself in a darkened hallway.  To my left was a somewhat shabby looking domestic interior.  To my right a darkened room with gravestones and fog.  I decided to go right.

I immediately found myself in a graveyard, with gravestones and fog and creepy moonlight and a random baby stroller and oh man guys, my heart was pounding and it was amazing.  The next room I wandered into was full of foggy, moonlit ruins and old statuary.  And beyond the ruins, in the distance, I saw a room all in glass and two people, a man and a woman, performing a heated dance.  I hurried to the glass room and quickly found myself in the middle of awesomeness.

The two people, you see, were Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, and they were having a crazy dance-fight.  There were handwritten notes strewn all over the room.  I picked some up, I read them.  You can do that in Sleep No More, you see–touch things.  You can rifle through drawers.  You can eat candy in a candy shop.  You can climb into someone’s bed.  You can’t touch the actors, but they can and will touch you.  The actors are really more dancers, there is minimal dialogue–and such dancing!  I’ve never seen such acrobatic dancing, these people are climbing the walls quite literally!  I have no idea how they are not full of broken bones and broken backs and bruises etc.–maybe they are, they just hide it well?  So anyways, no dialogue, but like I said, if you know your basic Macbeth you’re all set.

Anyways, I watched Macbeth and Lady Macbeth fight for a bit, and then Macbeth tore out of the room.  A few audience members and I ran after him.  Wear comfortable shoes, for real, you’ll be doing a lot of running and standing and climbing of stairs.  He fled down two flights of stairs and a few darkened rooms (this is not a well lit place, also, so just, be warned) and stopped in a room where there was a man sleeping.  And then I got giddy because, guys, that was King Duncan, and Macbeth was totally going to kill King Duncan!  And he totally did and it was AMAZING because it was so intimate because it was only me and one other dude in a white mask watching this. And then King Duncan died, and Macbeth fled back upstairs to his bedroom and Lady Macbeth, and I followed, and a bath scene happened, and it was at that point that I decided to detach myself from Macbeth’s immediate story to see what else I could find.

Because that’s the awesomeness of this show guys–you can follow a character around, you can wander and see what you find, you can explore the rooms.  You can do a little bit of each–that’s what I did.  I followed Macbeth a lot, and some witches, and Banquo (I think?) and Lady MacDuff.  But I also wandered through empty rooms and ate candy and played with samples of bugs and hair and herbs.  Each room is more incredible, more detailed, more fully realized than the next.  The set designers and propmasters clearly had the time of their lives designing this place, and they encourage you to turn it into your playground.  When the emcees stick you in that white mask they liberate you to do anything you want.  I got very close to the actors at multiple times and I didn’t care, and they didn’t care, because I was a ghost to them.  The white mask sets you free. 

Sleep No More has so many amazing scenes, and there is no way you will see them all.  Each actor goes through his or her routine three times, so you can catch multiple things multiple times from multiple angles while still missing other things entirely (evidently there was a ton of stuff happening in a hotel lobby on the first floor that I never saw).  Jon saw things I didn’t see, I saw things he didn’t see.  I saw several fights in a town square, I saw a nurse counting nails, I saw Lady Macbeth get thrown fully clothed into a bathtub.  I also saw her climb fully naked out of a bathtub–there is a lot of nudity in this show, just be prepared.  I saw Macbeth murder Banquo with a brick in this gross, dirty bar and I was the only person who witnessed it, guys.  I saw, three times, this amazing prophecy/orgy/rave scene where Macbeth receives foreknowledge from three crazy, creepy, sexy witches.  The rave scene involves a lot of blood and a bull head and lots of nakedness and techno music and strobe lights and dancing and a bloody baby doll and don’t miss it guys, really, it is an unbelievable scene.  But the quieter scenes are just as lovely, especially if you are lucky enough to stumble upon a room that has a solo actor, and it is just you witnessing this actor performing this scene, and you feel so privileged and also so creepy because you are a voyeur and this is what you have been given permission to do.  And don’t worry, there is an official end, and odds are you will be there to witness it.

I mean what else can I say about Sleep No More, guys?  Go see it, for realsies, I’m trying to figure out how to go again because it was that amazing.  So here are some tips for Sleep No More:  get the earliest ticket time available, as the place gets more crowded as they let people in, and it is really excellent to be able to spend some time in the place when it is mostly empty.  Wear comfortable shoes.  Don’t be afraid to go off on your own and separate from your friends, or to go into a creepy dark room, or to open closed doors or to open closed cabinets or to open anything at all that is currently shut.  Don’t get too hung up on following a single actor–there is plenty else to see, and it is very easy to loose them.  Don’t worry about seeing everything, or trying to follow the story, just immerse yourself in the experience and enjoy the amazing, creepy, crazy atmosphere.  Don’t worry about an actor kicking you in the face–there are a number of stagehand people around in black masks to make sure that the actors don’t trample you.  Sleep No More is one of the best shows, and perhaps the best and most unusual theatrical experience, I have ever seen.  I’m trying to figure out how to go again, because it has stuck with me.  Jon and I still talk about it on the regular.  Seriously, it was that good.

I mean, it made us forget all about seeing Tyra Banks!!!  That is quite a feat, don’t you think?

GUYSSS  go see Sleep No More, go see it now!

36 Hours in New York City: Museum of Modern Art

So, I have a friend who works in the film archives at MoMA and, bless her, she done got Jon and me free tickets to the museum!  Huzzah, thanks friend!

Check out this crazy sculpture that was in the sculpture garden!

Okay so that happened.  Also, this candy installation by Felix Gonzalez-Torres, you could take the candy, it is always replenished, he was such a nut job y’all (hurrrrrr).

Also this hilarious plaque, which I think was by Barbara Krueger?  I might be wrong. I don’t remember.  SOMEONE CORRECT ME IF THEY KNOW, thanks.

Buuutttt the main reason we went to MoMA was for the Cindy Sherman exhibit.  I’m a fan of Cindy Sherman.  I like how she does everything herself: makeup, sets, costumes, taking the photos, etc.  I like how she demonstrates the transformative power of makeup and wigs and fashion, which I am totally into because MAKEUP AND COSTUMES ARE AMAZING.   I like her sense of humor.  The exhibit is pretty great, I recommend checking it out.  Here are a few images from the show, all taken from MoMA’s website.


36 Hours in New York City: The Breslin

As y’all know I love NYC.  So you can imagine how bummed I was at not having visited since summer 2010, due to that whole unemployment thing.  Jon and I planned a trip to the city for my birthday, which was in March, but there was a specific show we wanted to see (more on that later) so we planned our trip around ticket availability.  The second weekend in April was the only weekend that worked for our schedules.

Since I’m not yet allowed to take vacation days at work, we planned a very quick weekend trip.  We took a 6:00am flight to NYC on Saturday morning and so landed around 7:30.  We didn’t check any bags so we were at our hotel (the Hilton Midtown East, on 42nd Street near Grand Central.  We Pricelined it and so didn’t have a ton of choice, but it was a very nice hotel and it worked for the one night we were there) by 8:30.  I had decided to go someplace trendy and typically crowded to breakfast/brunch, since we were in the city early enough to beat the crowds.  After a bit of decision making, I finally settled on April Bloomfield’s The Breslin in The Ace Hotel down near Herald Square.  April Bloomfield is a British chef who has been having a moment for awhile–she also owns The Spotted Pig and The John Dory–but she’s having a bigger moment now because she just published a book, so she’s getting a lot of extra press.  She’s known for her decadent, pork-and-butter infused dishes, and also for her very crowded restaurants, so I decided that this was my best chance at getting to eat at one of her establishments without waiting in line forever (no reservations, of course).

We caught a Subway and were at The Breslin by 9:00.  The place was mostly empty, only a few hotel guests were there eating breakfast.  The restaurant is all dark wood and plastic animal heads mounted on the wall.  I didn’t want to take too many pictures, so I didn’t get any of the interior, but I could tell that at night it gets very loud and sceney.  In the morning it was relaxed, with Fleet Foxes playing over the speakers.

I talked Jon into order the lamb burger, which many food writers have called transcendent.  I didn’t think I could do a whole lamb burger at 9:00 in the morning, so I decided to break my Passover with a breakfast sandwich of house-cured ham, lots of cheese, and an egg.  I know, so Kosher.  Anyways, here is our food (sorry about the quality of the pictures, I told you it was dark in there, and I didn’t want to use flash).

So that’s my sandwich on top.  It was basically fried in butter.  I’m not a huge fan of ham, but this was so salty and flavorful that I was totally pleased.  The egg was still soft, and oozed lots of yolk when I cut into the sandwich.  I definitely could not finish it–it was rich and fortifying and fatty and delicious and great.  Jon’s lamb burger was also great (he allowed me only one bite, alas).  It tasted strongly of lamb and that was pretty much it, with just a thin slice of feta and some red onion to give some salt and crunch.  The burger was served with thrice-cooked french fries which were amazing.  I don’t usually like thick-cut french fries, as I prefer my fries with a lot of crunch.  However, the triple-frying method gave a really crisp, salty, crunchy exterior while preserving a soft, potatoey interior.  Amazing french fries, guys, I couldn’t stop eating them.

So, the trick to eating in a trendy establishment without waiting is to GO EARLY.  You might not see the scene, but you’ll eat the food, and in reality that’s what is really worth it am I right?

A Day Trip to Greensboro

Hey guys.  I know, I’ve been gone.  Work is really busy.  Like, really busy.  We have two giant events this week, and then our Spring Art Walk the weekend after this one, and I am mega-planning and organizing all of it and, yeah.  Also my entire family was here for Passover and then I went to New York City this past weekend.  AND I AM TOTALLY GOING TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THAT.  But first, I’m going to go waaaaay back to the last Saturday in March, when Jon and I took a day trip to downtown Greensboro!

My awesome friend Heather Gordon was part of a group show at the Green Hill Center for North Carolina Art.  The show closed April 1st and, of course, we waited until March 31st to go to Greensboro to see it.  Hey, at least we went!  Anyways, I’ve been living in North Carolina for over four years and I’ve never been to Greensboro, which is ridiculous because it is only an hour away.  So I figured we’d take this opportunity to explore downtown Greensboro.

We spent most of our time around Elm Street (see convenient street sign).  We got there around lunch time, so we had some lunch at Natty Greene’s Pub & Brewing Co.   I had a mediocre caesar salad and Jon had some kind of a wrap but we split some home made potato chips and those things were awesome and delicious.

We then headed down to Green Hill to see the show, which was called Word Maps.  It featured the work of four artists, all of whom do things with codes and languages and what not.  Here are lots of pictures of some art and the installation, it was a gorgeous gallery so I took a lot of photos. Oh also Heather had some work based on the game Parcheesi, which I have never played, but that is why a bunch of the pictures are of games and stuff.

Okay so all of that stuff above is by Heather, who is awesome.  The stuff below is by Vicky Essig, Paul Rousso, and Merrill Shatzman, respectively.  There aren’t a lot of photos, so you can chill.